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True Faith

One night this week when I was lying in bed
I was thinking of things that people had said
Some called me a liar another a sheep
I was twisting and turning and couldn’t sleep

I felt a single tear rolling down my cheek
It is not easy at all to deal with critique
I should not be crying I should be strong
Because right now I am where I belong

I gave a muffled sob and one last sigh
And to these sorrows I said goodbye
Because I should be happy I know where to go
And I’m sure that’s more than most people know

While thinking about this I did realise
That finding Allah was the greatest prize
I fell asleep at last with a smile on my face
From the tears I had cried no longer a trace

The next morning I awoke and got up to pray
Oh what a good start to another fine day
Whatever they’ll call me I wont feel the pain
And no matter what they’ll try my faith will remain

So I walked out the door head up showing pride
I felt the strength of this faith with every stride
The names I was called I ignored with a smile
And I knew for me this was no longer a trial

I am guided by Allah while others are not
I will pray for them all, I will pray a lot
May they all be guided and find the true faith
So we’ll all walk together on this path long and straight
Qull huwa Allah hu ahad, Allah hu samad, Lam yalid Wa lam youlad, Wa lam yakoun lahu koufwan ahad
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